Celebrating Dad with buns and jam in a pan

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

Every Sunday morning, we had a traditional breakfast back on the farm. Because we were always rushed to get to church on time, my mom served homemade buns and jam.

Well, it was more than about just being rushed. My parents believed in the 7th day of rest, so the less time spent over a hot stove, the better.

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

My mom’s buns were like no other. They were light, fluffy, never too brown, and they had a special taste and melt in your mouth factor all their own. It’s hard to describe and I don’t even know her secret. But all I know is, no one could equal her homemade buns.

The homemade jam was also part of the charm. Generally strawberry jam would accompany our quick styled Sunday breakfasts. Homemade buns and homemade strawberry jam were a match made in Heaven.

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

The other day, my neighbour Janette brought over fresh homemade strawberry jam and a dozen freshly baked buns. It was to help celebrate the fact that she has a new grandchild! Congrats grandma!! How I got a gift out of that I’m not sure, but I did not question homemade treats!

As I glanced at the counter full of our new treats this fine Father’s Day, I immediately thought of our Sunday mornings. And then I thought of Dad.

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

And then I searched high and low for my Dad’s favourite cast iron fry pan. Found it! 

Typically wearing a plaid short sleeved shirt and jeans, Dad would stand in front of the farmhouse stove, stirring around a massive pile of mashed potatoes in this cast iron fry pan.

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

Dad’s definition of fried was actually burnt. That was just the way he liked all his food. WELL. DONE. :)

So today, we kinda had an old farm styled Sunday breakfast. Janette’s homemade buns, and homemade strawberry jam served up in my Dad’s frypan. How’s that for a mish mash of memories all piled into one?

Sidenote… Janette’s buns are the closest to my mom’s I’ve ever witnessed. The bag was slightly steamed up from their freshness. And the test? Yup, they melted in my mouth. Ohhhh….

Thank-you sweet Janette for helping make this little memory transpire on this very special day! It was an opportunity to tell my son yet another small story from my childhood.

And Happy Father’s Day to you, Dad! I know I derived my rustic ways because of you, so thanks for the gift that is embedded in me as deep as your love was for us.

I’d bet my Mom had NO idea that when she served her buns and jam, that it would become ‘a thing’ to write about. But it was. And is. The tiniest memories trigger part of the entire story. And I’m just so grateful to have landed into the family of buns and jam.

Celebrating Dad with homemade buns and strawberry jam in a cast iron pan... a farmhouse breakfast memory via FunkyJunkInteriors.net

With a cast iron fry pan that burned potatoes. :)

Do you have a quirky memory of your Dad? I’d love to hear it!

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  1. And aren’t you lucky to have memories like those! Simple pleasures really do make the top of the list when you look back.

    I remember spending Sunday evenings with my dad (who passed away far too young) while my mother was at work and before my brother was born and eating supper on trays (mum was not fan of that) and watching Walt Disney and Wild Kingdom! Priceless!

  2. You are an inspiration – LOVE to read your stories as well as look. Yu put a smile on my face EVERY time. Thank you! Cecelia – Bordentown N.J.

  3. My dad’s sausage gravy and biscuits! My friends would spend the night at my house and always ask if daddy was going to make breakfast for us, and he would, sausage gravy and biscuits! Sweet memories!

  4. My dad had a breakfast recipe that I kind of shudder to think of now but we liked it as kids LOL He would dip shredded wheat biscuits (the big old fashioned kind that I don’t think they make anymore) in milk and then fry them in butter. Then make a fried egg to go on top.

  5. My dad was the pancake maker at our house. (Mom made the french toast.) There were 6 family members then, and we would take turns getting our pancake and eating, because his pancakes filled the whole griddle AND the whole plate. While he cooked, the syrup warmed in a pan of water on the stove. He made buckwheat pancakes and could make them thin and crispy for my mom or thick and chewy for me. I haven’t made much of attempt to find buckwheat pancake mix, so I don’t know if it is made any more. Maybe it is an Aunt Jemima product. It is a wonderful memory.

  6. What a sweet memory! Both my parents were great cooks and I can not duplicate their recipes even when I follow the directions. It must be the love they put in it that made them taste so good! Hope you have a great week!

  7. What a great memory you have. All the years I knew your dad I didn’t know that he was a great Chef. Spent many hours enjoying his company.
    Thanks for the memories

  8. What a lovely memory – I bet he was next to you smiling when you put those biscuits and jam in that frying pan! I still have my Dad, he’s 88 and dementia has taken most of his memories from him already. When we were kids, he made the most delicious cheese omelets and used the leftover mashed potatoes and fry them crispy in the pan to go with the omelets. He doesn’t remember that anymore, but we do – so we will keep those memories alive for him and pass them down to our children.